Nov 292012
 
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images-2By biggirl4bigfun

We’re standing in front of his garage kissing like we’ve done many times before over the decades. It isn’t always here; we’ve made out in front of hotels, schools and libraries. But it’s familiar—his touch, his taste and I feel him starting to relent—to giving up his fight against our eventual coupling. This is the preliminary stand-off.  We’ve been having these skirmishes since college. Because we aren’t a couple any longer, he thinks it’s ultimately wrong and I believe it’s forever right.

But I’m tired of always having to do the seduction. When we first got together, he went crazy with lust and I would use sex as a reward. I didn’t have to have it, so I could tease him relentlessly. Now I need sex and will do anything to get it from him, even if means dirty fighting like making sure he feels my rigid nipples as I accidently brush against him.

I have a mostly platonic relationship with the man I live with. He gave me permission to sleep with whomever I wanted outside the relationship as long as I never left him. We made this agreement a long time ago. I sense that he would like it to be null and void. But I need my every-so-often reunion sex with my college boyfriend and I don’t want to feel guilty about it.

It’s the fact that my ex fights it every time that makes me so wet.  I make him powerless and I love that. I want to have one of those same tryst next year things and in the moment, pressed up against me, he does too.

We continue to kiss and touch there in the driveway. I can tell he is losing his desire to fight me and his lust is growing as his cock. I’m winning this battle of the flesh. Soon he will give up and let himself surrender to our mutual passion. He always does. The time he spends holding me off though is time we could be spending getting off.

During one of our reunions he tried to be adamant that we would not have sex and yet every night we ended up in bed together. He fucked me thoroughly but would not kiss me on the lips. To not get hurt by his actions, I fantasized that he was the manwhore and I was his Jane. It was his way of paying me back for being so stingy with my body earlier in our relationship and it made him feel (falsely) as if he had any control over our hunger for each other.

His cock is huge, beautiful and always wants me. I need to feel it inside me. I’m happy that most women do not know by looking at him about his cock or he would be too busy to reconnect with his old girlfriend. Not only does he have an amazing penis, he’s a genius at using it. What do they say about people who aren’t obviously hot? They try harder. And he gets even harder as he’s trying.

“We don’t have to have sex,” I lie. But our bodies came to an agreement long before now and there’s no stopping. We’ve got to get somewhere or we are going to be fucking in front of the house.

We miraculously make it into the overstuffed garage fully clothed.  He slams me up against the washer and starts to touch my breasts, my face as his hand creeps down my pants. How can a disgusting garage be so erotic? Pulling out his oversized cock, he demands I suck it. I fall to my knees hoping to avoid a grease spot on the floor and take his almost hard dick into my mouth.

“You are my dirty girl” he growls.  Yes, yes I am. Always.

It’s a good thing I’ve had practice sucking his cock because of its length and girth. Blowing him is not for the novice cock sucker. I can’t even get the whole thing in at once. I start by putting as much of the shaft in my mouth as I can. One of my hands is holding on to the base, the other is flat against his pelvis for balance. I lick the tip of his cock with quick jabs and then start to suck hard. Already in ecstasy he starts to furiously fuck my mouth. My moaning causes vibrations to bounce off his massive erection. He just gets more and more aroused.

I don’t care what happens in the future—this cock is mine and always will be. Normally I don’t enjoy cum but with him, I wish I could be bathed in it. I want him to coat my throat with his cum; I want to be baptized as his.

I remember our first movie date. As we sat in the darkened theatre he traced circles in the palm of my hand. Nothing has ever turned me on as much as that. It was the smallest of actions but so effective. He knows what works with me—a benefit of our on-going

connection.

He’s about to cum but I’m going to need more and I don’t want it to be bent over some old boxes marked “dishware.” We sneak into the house, careful to avoid his sister who is packing up her old bedroom. I feel like a teenager and that just makes it hotter.

He’s fast as he lays me down on the bed with my cunt hanging over the edge. He pushes my panties to the side, pulls out his hard cock and plunges in me. That first thrust is always the best. My pussy seems to mold itself around his shaft. We are the perfect fit.  I’m wet, he’s stiff and it feels amazing. He is going at it fast and hard. His kisses cover my mouth and his hands grab my breasts, pulling at them. His attention is on every part of my body; every piece of flesh and every part of my spirit too.

Although I’m older and heavier, when I’m with him, I feel young. Our sexual chemistry is like a time machine, taking us back to the time where there was no recovery time needed and we could fuck six times a day. We were both beautiful and we are both beautiful now.

I’m just about to climax, when he turns me over and he fucks me doggie style. His hand is placed right where my neck meets my back, steadying himself as he continues to go in and out with that gigantic cock. I feel his sweat dripping on my back.

I start to cum but he gives me no time to recover. He has more to do. I’m flipped back on my back and I whisper “force me.” He understands immediately and pins my hands over my head with one hand, pries my legs apart with his leg, rips at the now dripping panties with his free hand and almost impales me with his huge erection. I nearly lose consciousness, it’s that intense.

We are joined, cunt to cock, hand to hand and heart to heart. In this moment our physical union is enough. As he starts to cum, he shouts my name, admitting his defeat; game, set and snatch.

You are my dirty girl. Yes, always but next time you do the seducing.

FATSLUTBig Girl 4 Big Fun is the author of the blog Tales From a Former Fat Slut .

Nov 292012
 
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images-2By biggirl4bigfun

We’re standing in front of his garage kissing like we’ve done many times before over the decades. It isn’t always here; we’ve made out in front of hotels, schools and libraries. But it’s familiar—his touch, his taste and I feel him starting to relent—to giving up his fight against our eventual coupling. This is the preliminary stand-off.  We’ve been having these skirmishes since college. Because we aren’t a couple any longer, he thinks it’s ultimately wrong and I believe it’s forever right.

But I’m tired of always having to do the seduction. When we first got together, he went crazy with lust and I would use sex as a reward. I didn’t have to have it, so I could tease him relentlessly. Now I need sex and will do anything to get it from him, even if means dirty fighting like making sure he feels my rigid nipples as I accidently brush against him.

I have a mostly platonic relationship with the man I live with. He gave me permission to sleep with whomever I wanted outside the relationship as long as I never left him. We made this agreement a long time ago. I sense that he would like it to be null and void. But I need my every-so-often reunion sex with my college boyfriend and I don’t want to feel guilty about it.

It’s the fact that my ex fights it every time that makes me so wet.  I make him powerless and I love that. I want to have one of those same tryst next year things and in the moment, pressed up against me, he does too.

We continue to kiss and touch there in the driveway. I can tell he is losing his desire to fight me and his lust is growing as his cock. I’m winning this battle of the flesh. Soon he will give up and let himself surrender to our mutual passion. He always does. The time he spends holding me off though is time we could be spending getting off.

During one of our reunions he tried to be adamant that we would not have sex and yet every night we ended up in bed together. He fucked me thoroughly but would not kiss me on the lips. To not get hurt by his actions, I fantasized that he was the manwhore and I was his Jane. It was his way of paying me back for being so stingy with my body earlier in our relationship and it made him feel (falsely) as if he had any control over our hunger for each other.

His cock is huge, beautiful and always wants me. I need to feel it inside me. I’m happy that most women do not know by looking at him about his cock or he would be too busy to reconnect with his old girlfriend. Not only does he have an amazing penis, he’s a genius at using it. What do they say about people who aren’t obviously hot? They try harder. And he gets even harder as he’s trying.

“We don’t have to have sex,” I lie. But our bodies came to an agreement long before now and there’s no stopping. We’ve got to get somewhere or we are going to be fucking in front of the house.

We miraculously make it into the overstuffed garage fully clothed.  He slams me up against the washer and starts to touch my breasts, my face as his hand creeps down my pants. How can a disgusting garage be so erotic? Pulling out his oversized cock, he demands I suck it. I fall to my knees hoping to avoid a grease spot on the floor and take his almost hard dick into my mouth.

“You are my dirty girl” he growls.  Yes, yes I am. Always.

It’s a good thing I’ve had practice sucking his cock because of its length and girth. Blowing him is not for the novice cock sucker. I can’t even get the whole thing in at once. I start by putting as much of the shaft in my mouth as I can. One of my hands is holding on to the base, the other is flat against his pelvis for balance. I lick the tip of his cock with quick jabs and then start to suck hard. Already in ecstasy he starts to furiously fuck my mouth. My moaning causes vibrations to bounce off his massive erection. He just gets more and more aroused.

I don’t care what happens in the future—this cock is mine and always will be. Normally I don’t enjoy cum but with him, I wish I could be bathed in it. I want him to coat my throat with his cum; I want to be baptized as his.

I remember our first movie date. As we sat in the darkened theatre he traced circles in the palm of my hand. Nothing has ever turned me on as much as that. It was the smallest of actions but so effective. He knows what works with me—a benefit of our on-going

connection.

He’s about to cum but I’m going to need more and I don’t want it to be bent over some old boxes marked “dishware.” We sneak into the house, careful to avoid his sister who is packing up her old bedroom. I feel like a teenager and that just makes it hotter.

He’s fast as he lays me down on the bed with my cunt hanging over the edge. He pushes my panties to the side, pulls out his hard cock and plunges in me. That first thrust is always the best. My pussy seems to mold itself around his shaft. We are the perfect fit.  I’m wet, he’s stiff and it feels amazing. He is going at it fast and hard. His kisses cover my mouth and his hands grab my breasts, pulling at them. His attention is on every part of my body; every piece of flesh and every part of my spirit too.

Although I’m older and heavier, when I’m with him, I feel young. Our sexual chemistry is like a time machine, taking us back to the time where there was no recovery time needed and we could fuck six times a day. We were both beautiful and we are both beautiful now.

I’m just about to climax, when he turns me over and he fucks me doggie style. His hand is placed right where my neck meets my back, steadying himself as he continues to go in and out with that gigantic cock. I feel his sweat dripping on my back.

I start to cum but he gives me no time to recover. He has more to do. I’m flipped back on my back and I whisper “force me.” He understands immediately and pins my hands over my head with one hand, pries my legs apart with his leg, rips at the now dripping panties with his free hand and almost impales me with his huge erection. I nearly lose consciousness, it’s that intense.

We are joined, cunt to cock, hand to hand and heart to heart. In this moment our physical union is enough. As he starts to cum, he shouts my name, admitting his defeat; game, set and snatch.

You are my dirty girl. Yes, always but next time you do the seducing.

FATSLUTBig Girl 4 Big Fun is the author of the blog Tales From a Former Fat Slut .

Nov 072012
 
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By Sandra Bunino

Rolling and kneading a stress ball in his hand, Nick LaCroix sat in his plush leather chair thinking about the hot sensuous body on the other side of his heavy cherry wood door. He felt like a prisoner because every time he ventured out of his corner office the sultry eyes and pouty lips of Lacey Phillips smacked him in the face. Her casual glances not only took his breath away, electricity of those looks reverberated straight to his cock.

Nick’s mind raced in a million different directions, all leading to thoughts of high firm breasts beneath her silky blouse. Fuck! He threw the stress ball toward the door out of frustration, when his executive assistant, Alex, opened the door and ducked to dodge the flying object.

“Problems, Nick?”

“No, not necessarily, just trying to figure out a solution, a loophole so to speak.”  “Okay boss, I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving for the day. I can’t lock up because the marketing consultant, Lacey, is working late tonight. She asked me to let you know so you wouldn’t be startled when you came out of your office.”

A grin spread across Nick’s lips. He wasn’t imagining it after all. The glances, the stares, and the lace panties peeking out of her low slacks were intentionally meant to get his attention. Nick caught his reflection in his computer screen and realized he looked a little too happy. He quickly checked his grin, thanked Alex and wished him a good night.

Nick watched the setting sun through his bank of floor to ceiling windows from the twentieth floor. As CEO of Red Roses Productions he was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Work had taken over his daily existence and he was due a distraction. His growing erection served as a beacon of his need and a reminder every time he passed Lacey’s desk. A jolt ran through his body as soon as he first saw her waiting in the lobby for her interview as few weeks ago. She was contracted as a marketing consultant and even though she wasn’t a Red Rose employee, as CEO of the company, Nick had to be careful. Sexual harassment accusations wouldn’t be good for business. His fist slammed down on his heavy cherry wood desk, the force knocked his stapler onto the floor. Yes! Looking around his desk he realized he had the perfect solution to his dilemma. Oh yes, he had an itch that was about to be scratched. Nick picked up the phone and dialed Lacey’s extension.

* * * * * * * *

Lacey had her eye on Nick’s ass since she first saw him the day of her interview at Red Roses Productions. She needed the work and was thrilled when the hiring manager called her with the offer. Her mind quickly shifted to the hottie with chiseled features and deep blue eyes that walked by her while she waited for her interview. She’d hoped to bump into him again. She soon realized the object of her lustful desire was Nick LaCroix, CEO of Red Roses. Lacey resigned herself to give up her plans of pursuit until she noticed Nick staring in her direction with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. He had the same thing in mind, she was sure of it. After weeks of glances and purposeful walks in her direction, Lacey took matter into her own hands and set up a ‘working late’ scenario.

Lacey smiled when her extension rang. She didn’t need to look at the caller display to know it was Nick.

“Yes, Mr. LaCroix?”

“Lacey, would you please come to my office? I have an issue with a company policy that requires your expertise.”

“Of course. I’ll be right there.”

Lacey knocked softly, swung open the door and closed it behind her with a soft click. Her eyes locked on his as she strode to his expansive desk where he was seated. She leaned over the desk and placed both palms on the cool surface knowing she’d given him a perfect view of her hot pink lace bra peeking out of her creamy blouse.

“How can I be of service to you, Nick?”  Nick held his thick gold plated fountain pen between his middle and index finger.  “I’m in a bit of a predicament, Lacey, and need your opinion on how to proceed. You see here at Red Roses we have a ‘hands-off’ policy for our employees and it includes consultants and the CEO.”  “I see,” Lacey said as she walked around the massive desk until she was next to his leather chair. “Nice pen.” She took the pen from Nick’s hand and rolled it around her fingertips. “That is certainly a predicament but not an insurmountable one.” Lacey put the gold tip of the pen’s cap to her mouth, moistened it with her tongue and ran the sparkling cap along her lower lip. Nick’s eyes never left the gold pen.

His gaze followed the direction of the pen as Lacey leisurely traced it down to her neck to her cleavage. The cap, still moist from her tongue left a glistening trail down her chest to the first of four pearl buttons on her blouse. Lacey deftly unbuttoned two of the pearls unveiling a splash of hot pink lace that was playing peek-a-boo with him just moments ago. She swiveled Nick’s chair and placed her hands on either armrest.   “Just so I’m clear about the policy, does it apply to lips?” Nick smiled. “The policy is strictly a ‘hands-off’ restriction, there’s no mention of lips.” Lacey leaned in closer and was met full force by Nick’s hungry mouth. She whimpered as his tongue parted her lips and sought its mate. Still holding onto the armrests, Lacy rested one knee between his legs and pushed his head back as she took control of the powerful kiss. Heat instantly filled her as a current of electricity traveled straight down to flood her belly. Her knee slid to his groin until it stopped at his rock hard erection straining through his pants. Lacey broke their kiss and looked down at his neglected bulge and brought her eyes back to Nick. “That looks uncomfortable. Since I can’t do the honors why don’t you loosen your pants?” A low groan escaped Nick’s lips as he hastily unhooked his belt and pants. Lacey saw a hint of silk boxers as he unleashed his shaft standing at full attention. She licked her lips and shifted her eyes back to his.

 * * * * * * * *

Fuck! In the back of his mind he knew this was wrong, incredibly wrong. Rational thoughts were not in the forefront of his brain. He was just seconds from losing his throbbing cock to Lacey’s pouty lips. It was those lips that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. Those lips that he still felt on his that, oh God, were now at the tip of his cock. Yes, at that moment he was willing to risk it all. It would just take one person to come back to the office, open his door and it would be all over. The Board of Directors would throw him out so quick he would barely have enough time to zipper his fly. Nick and his dick would be the talk of the office for years to come. But at that very moment he didn’t even care where his next breath came from, all he focused on was Lacey’s warm, wet tongue on his shaft. This ‘hands off’ policy would be harder to abide by than he originally thought. He gripped the armrests of his leather chair as he watched her head rise up and down on his cock. What he wouldn’t do to run his fingers through her hair and pull it away from her face. He wanted to watch those full glistening lips take him completely into her mouth. The thought almost had him coming. Shit! No! He already broke one of his rules – don’t get involved with anyone at work. He refused to break the number one rule – don’t come first.“Lacey, on the desk,” he growled.  She stopped and looked up at him with the most beautiful eyes. “Did I do something wrong, Nick?” He wanted to gather her up into his arms and hold her tight. God, she was already under his skin. Shit!   “No, sweetheart.” He smiled. “But if you don’t stop I am going to come all over those amazing lips of yours. On the desk, please.”

Lacey rose from her position at his lap, but before she did as he requested, she unbuttoned the last two pearls on her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She sat down on his leather desk blotter in her gray skirt and hot pink bra. Leaning back, she placed her hands on the desk’s surface behind her and looked at him with a daring look in her eyes.  “Okay, Mr. Hands off Policy, what now?”

Nick had something up his sleeve. Actually, it was on his desk. He picked up his stapler and swung the top up so that the metal shaft that held the staples was exposed. He smiled a devilish grin and proceeded to staple Lacey’s skirt to his desk blotter. “Now slide toward me.”  She followed his instructions and slowly inched toward him while he stood between her legs. He was pleasantly surprised that she wore thigh high stockings. His eyes traveled from the top of her stockings to her the toned taut thighs to her panties that matched her hot pink bra. “Pen, please,” he said holding out his hand while still eyeing her pink panties. “What? Um, Nick, what are you going to do with the pen?”  He chuckled. “Nothing to worry about, you’ll see.”  She gave him a suspicious look but handed him the pen. He teased her by placing the cool gold cap on her knee and running it lightly up her inner thigh stopping at her panties. Fuck! His mind was racing. His hand was so close to her pussy that he swore he felt her heat. It took every ounce of control not to slip his fingers inside her panties and touch her slick sex. Instead he clipped her panties into the pen clip. Once her panties were secured around the pen he pulled them down her legs.

Lacey kicked off her shoes and placed one stockinged foot on his shoulder, the other on the chair behind him. Nick hastily grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket, pulled out a square metallic wrapped condom and threw the wallet on his desk. Ripping open the condom with his teeth, he rolled it onto his aching shaft while his eyes never left Lacey’s sultry stare. The act of fucking with their eyes was more than he could take and he ached with the anticipation of plunging into her sweet core. She inched closer to the desk’s edge meeting the tip of his cock.  Nick couldn’t wait any longer; hungrily he thrust into her glistening folds. He groaned deeply willing himself not to touch her even though the need coursed through his fingertips. Stroke after stroke her warmth surrounded him, he groaned as his mouth crushed against hers.

“Sweetheart, I need to touch you.”

“You know we can’t do that, I need my job.” Lacey said breathlessly.

“Fuck it, Lacey. I’ll get you another job. Please.” He stopped but remained inside of her and searched her eyes.

* * * * * * * *

Lacey felt it. God, yes, she knew this was more than a lustful fuck with the boss. The heat that seared through her body was derived from an emotional connection as well as a physical one. But should she risk her job? Should she trust him to find her another? She stared back into his pleading eyes.

She wanted to touch his strong arms and shoulders. She wanted to feel his hair between her fingers as she moaned into his ear. She nodded her head. “Yes, okay.” Lacey braced herself for the hunger she knew laid within him but instead of a mad rush of groping, Nick’s hands rose to her face. She gasped as he gently cupped her face with his palms and kissed her gently. Lacey wrapped her arms around his neck and raked her fingers through his hair. Christ, he felt good. In one swoop Nick lifted her up, popping the staples from his desk blotter. Lacey shimmied out of her skirt and pushed Nick into his leather chair.

She straddled him and guided his thickness into her channel. Nick huskily called her name as she rode him feeling his length slide in and out against her inner walls.  He unhooked her bra and took one breast into his mouth as he rolled her other nipple between his finger and thumb.  Lacey moaned while grinding her sensitive clit against his body with each stroke.  His hands slid down her back to her ass lifting her cheeks up and down to accentuate the rhythm she set.  Lacey showered his neck with kisses and moaned softly in his ear as she climbed closer to the release she craved. She was on the edge when Nick pressed one finger in between her ass cheeks and applied pressure to her opening.

“Lacey, baby, come for me.”

She couldn’t last any longer and his whispered request put her over the top. Her climax came in strong waves as her inner walls clamped onto his pulsing cock. Her scream intermingled with his growl as they came together on his office chair.

 ~~~~~~~~

The next morning Lacey walked toward her desk and glanced over to Nick’s closed office door. There was already a cardboard box waiting at her desk. She called the marketing manager earlier that morning to explain that she received an offer for a full time position that started immediately. She pulled out her desk drawer to collect her personal items when she noticed one long stem rose and a small envelope. Ripping open the envelope she read the handwritten note.

 Lacey,

 Last night was incredible, however, I’m sorry that it resulted in your resignation. As promised, here’s a schedule of five interviews I have secured for you over the next week. You will find they are all excellent jobs that will allow you to further your career. You will have your pick of them. Selfishly, they are within walking distance from this office.

 I hope you will agree to continue to see me starting with dinner tonight.

Nick

Lacey smiled just as she noticed a presence in back of her. A hand reached out containing the gold fountain pen.

“Please don’t forget this, Lacey.” Nick said handing her the pen. Then he whispered, “I think we’re going to need it again.”                                                                                                                                                                                     © 2012 Sandra Bunino

Sandra Bunino began a love of romance stories while penning a creative writing assignment in high school. The story ended with the heroine receiving a long stemmed red rose in her locker on Valentine’s Day. Since then, all of her stories feature the hero presenting the heroine with roses. Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

Her books include Marooned in Miami, Lusted in Las Vegas, Sara’s Smile, and The Satin Rose Experience series Mia’s Submission and Brooke’s Wish.

Please check her out on these various pages: Website Facebook / Goodreads / Amazon Author Page / Twitter: @sandrabunino

Nov 072012
 
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By Sandra Bunino

Rolling and kneading a stress ball in his hand, Nick LaCroix sat in his plush leather chair thinking about the hot sensuous body on the other side of his heavy cherry wood door. He felt like a prisoner because every time he ventured out of his corner office the sultry eyes and pouty lips of Lacey Phillips smacked him in the face. Her casual glances not only took his breath away, electricity of those looks reverberated straight to his cock.

Nick’s mind raced in a million different directions, all leading to thoughts of high firm breasts beneath her silky blouse. Fuck! He threw the stress ball toward the door out of frustration, when his executive assistant, Alex, opened the door and ducked to dodge the flying object.

“Problems, Nick?”

“No, not necessarily, just trying to figure out a solution, a loophole so to speak.”  “Okay boss, I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving for the day. I can’t lock up because the marketing consultant, Lacey, is working late tonight. She asked me to let you know so you wouldn’t be startled when you came out of your office.”

A grin spread across Nick’s lips. He wasn’t imagining it after all. The glances, the stares, and the lace panties peeking out of her low slacks were intentionally meant to get his attention. Nick caught his reflection in his computer screen and realized he looked a little too happy. He quickly checked his grin, thanked Alex and wished him a good night.

Nick watched the setting sun through his bank of floor to ceiling windows from the twentieth floor. As CEO of Red Roses Productions he was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Work had taken over his daily existence and he was due a distraction. His growing erection served as a beacon of his need and a reminder every time he passed Lacey’s desk. A jolt ran through his body as soon as he first saw her waiting in the lobby for her interview as few weeks ago. She was contracted as a marketing consultant and even though she wasn’t a Red Rose employee, as CEO of the company, Nick had to be careful. Sexual harassment accusations wouldn’t be good for business. His fist slammed down on his heavy cherry wood desk, the force knocked his stapler onto the floor. Yes! Looking around his desk he realized he had the perfect solution to his dilemma. Oh yes, he had an itch that was about to be scratched. Nick picked up the phone and dialed Lacey’s extension.

* * * * * * * *

Lacey had her eye on Nick’s ass since she first saw him the day of her interview at Red Roses Productions. She needed the work and was thrilled when the hiring manager called her with the offer. Her mind quickly shifted to the hottie with chiseled features and deep blue eyes that walked by her while she waited for her interview. She’d hoped to bump into him again. She soon realized the object of her lustful desire was Nick LaCroix, CEO of Red Roses. Lacey resigned herself to give up her plans of pursuit until she noticed Nick staring in her direction with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. He had the same thing in mind, she was sure of it. After weeks of glances and purposeful walks in her direction, Lacey took matter into her own hands and set up a ‘working late’ scenario.

Lacey smiled when her extension rang. She didn’t need to look at the caller display to know it was Nick.

“Yes, Mr. LaCroix?”

“Lacey, would you please come to my office? I have an issue with a company policy that requires your expertise.”

“Of course. I’ll be right there.”

Lacey knocked softly, swung open the door and closed it behind her with a soft click. Her eyes locked on his as she strode to his expansive desk where he was seated. She leaned over the desk and placed both palms on the cool surface knowing she’d given him a perfect view of her hot pink lace bra peeking out of her creamy blouse.

“How can I be of service to you, Nick?”  Nick held his thick gold plated fountain pen between his middle and index finger.  “I’m in a bit of a predicament, Lacey, and need your opinion on how to proceed. You see here at Red Roses we have a ‘hands-off’ policy for our employees and it includes consultants and the CEO.”  “I see,” Lacey said as she walked around the massive desk until she was next to his leather chair. “Nice pen.” She took the pen from Nick’s hand and rolled it around her fingertips. “That is certainly a predicament but not an insurmountable one.” Lacey put the gold tip of the pen’s cap to her mouth, moistened it with her tongue and ran the sparkling cap along her lower lip. Nick’s eyes never left the gold pen.

His gaze followed the direction of the pen as Lacey leisurely traced it down to her neck to her cleavage. The cap, still moist from her tongue left a glistening trail down her chest to the first of four pearl buttons on her blouse. Lacey deftly unbuttoned two of the pearls unveiling a splash of hot pink lace that was playing peek-a-boo with him just moments ago. She swiveled Nick’s chair and placed her hands on either armrest.   “Just so I’m clear about the policy, does it apply to lips?” Nick smiled. “The policy is strictly a ‘hands-off’ restriction, there’s no mention of lips.” Lacey leaned in closer and was met full force by Nick’s hungry mouth. She whimpered as his tongue parted her lips and sought its mate. Still holding onto the armrests, Lacy rested one knee between his legs and pushed his head back as she took control of the powerful kiss. Heat instantly filled her as a current of electricity traveled straight down to flood her belly. Her knee slid to his groin until it stopped at his rock hard erection straining through his pants. Lacey broke their kiss and looked down at his neglected bulge and brought her eyes back to Nick. “That looks uncomfortable. Since I can’t do the honors why don’t you loosen your pants?” A low groan escaped Nick’s lips as he hastily unhooked his belt and pants. Lacey saw a hint of silk boxers as he unleashed his shaft standing at full attention. She licked her lips and shifted her eyes back to his.

 * * * * * * * *

Fuck! In the back of his mind he knew this was wrong, incredibly wrong. Rational thoughts were not in the forefront of his brain. He was just seconds from losing his throbbing cock to Lacey’s pouty lips. It was those lips that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. Those lips that he still felt on his that, oh God, were now at the tip of his cock. Yes, at that moment he was willing to risk it all. It would just take one person to come back to the office, open his door and it would be all over. The Board of Directors would throw him out so quick he would barely have enough time to zipper his fly. Nick and his dick would be the talk of the office for years to come. But at that very moment he didn’t even care where his next breath came from, all he focused on was Lacey’s warm, wet tongue on his shaft. This ‘hands off’ policy would be harder to abide by than he originally thought. He gripped the armrests of his leather chair as he watched her head rise up and down on his cock. What he wouldn’t do to run his fingers through her hair and pull it away from her face. He wanted to watch those full glistening lips take him completely into her mouth. The thought almost had him coming. Shit! No! He already broke one of his rules – don’t get involved with anyone at work. He refused to break the number one rule – don’t come first.“Lacey, on the desk,” he growled.  She stopped and looked up at him with the most beautiful eyes. “Did I do something wrong, Nick?” He wanted to gather her up into his arms and hold her tight. God, she was already under his skin. Shit!   “No, sweetheart.” He smiled. “But if you don’t stop I am going to come all over those amazing lips of yours. On the desk, please.”

Lacey rose from her position at his lap, but before she did as he requested, she unbuttoned the last two pearls on her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She sat down on his leather desk blotter in her gray skirt and hot pink bra. Leaning back, she placed her hands on the desk’s surface behind her and looked at him with a daring look in her eyes.  “Okay, Mr. Hands off Policy, what now?”

Nick had something up his sleeve. Actually, it was on his desk. He picked up his stapler and swung the top up so that the metal shaft that held the staples was exposed. He smiled a devilish grin and proceeded to staple Lacey’s skirt to his desk blotter. “Now slide toward me.”  She followed his instructions and slowly inched toward him while he stood between her legs. He was pleasantly surprised that she wore thigh high stockings. His eyes traveled from the top of her stockings to her the toned taut thighs to her panties that matched her hot pink bra. “Pen, please,” he said holding out his hand while still eyeing her pink panties. “What? Um, Nick, what are you going to do with the pen?”  He chuckled. “Nothing to worry about, you’ll see.”  She gave him a suspicious look but handed him the pen. He teased her by placing the cool gold cap on her knee and running it lightly up her inner thigh stopping at her panties. Fuck! His mind was racing. His hand was so close to her pussy that he swore he felt her heat. It took every ounce of control not to slip his fingers inside her panties and touch her slick sex. Instead he clipped her panties into the pen clip. Once her panties were secured around the pen he pulled them down her legs.

Lacey kicked off her shoes and placed one stockinged foot on his shoulder, the other on the chair behind him. Nick hastily grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket, pulled out a square metallic wrapped condom and threw the wallet on his desk. Ripping open the condom with his teeth, he rolled it onto his aching shaft while his eyes never left Lacey’s sultry stare. The act of fucking with their eyes was more than he could take and he ached with the anticipation of plunging into her sweet core. She inched closer to the desk’s edge meeting the tip of his cock.  Nick couldn’t wait any longer; hungrily he thrust into her glistening folds. He groaned deeply willing himself not to touch her even though the need coursed through his fingertips. Stroke after stroke her warmth surrounded him, he groaned as his mouth crushed against hers.

“Sweetheart, I need to touch you.”

“You know we can’t do that, I need my job.” Lacey said breathlessly.

“Fuck it, Lacey. I’ll get you another job. Please.” He stopped but remained inside of her and searched her eyes.

* * * * * * * *

Lacey felt it. God, yes, she knew this was more than a lustful fuck with the boss. The heat that seared through her body was derived from an emotional connection as well as a physical one. But should she risk her job? Should she trust him to find her another? She stared back into his pleading eyes.

She wanted to touch his strong arms and shoulders. She wanted to feel his hair between her fingers as she moaned into his ear. She nodded her head. “Yes, okay.” Lacey braced herself for the hunger she knew laid within him but instead of a mad rush of groping, Nick’s hands rose to her face. She gasped as he gently cupped her face with his palms and kissed her gently. Lacey wrapped her arms around his neck and raked her fingers through his hair. Christ, he felt good. In one swoop Nick lifted her up, popping the staples from his desk blotter. Lacey shimmied out of her skirt and pushed Nick into his leather chair.

She straddled him and guided his thickness into her channel. Nick huskily called her name as she rode him feeling his length slide in and out against her inner walls.  He unhooked her bra and took one breast into his mouth as he rolled her other nipple between his finger and thumb.  Lacey moaned while grinding her sensitive clit against his body with each stroke.  His hands slid down her back to her ass lifting her cheeks up and down to accentuate the rhythm she set.  Lacey showered his neck with kisses and moaned softly in his ear as she climbed closer to the release she craved. She was on the edge when Nick pressed one finger in between her ass cheeks and applied pressure to her opening.

“Lacey, baby, come for me.”

She couldn’t last any longer and his whispered request put her over the top. Her climax came in strong waves as her inner walls clamped onto his pulsing cock. Her scream intermingled with his growl as they came together on his office chair.

 ~~~~~~~~

The next morning Lacey walked toward her desk and glanced over to Nick’s closed office door. There was already a cardboard box waiting at her desk. She called the marketing manager earlier that morning to explain that she received an offer for a full time position that started immediately. She pulled out her desk drawer to collect her personal items when she noticed one long stem rose and a small envelope. Ripping open the envelope she read the handwritten note.

 Lacey,

 Last night was incredible, however, I’m sorry that it resulted in your resignation. As promised, here’s a schedule of five interviews I have secured for you over the next week. You will find they are all excellent jobs that will allow you to further your career. You will have your pick of them. Selfishly, they are within walking distance from this office.

 I hope you will agree to continue to see me starting with dinner tonight.

Nick

Lacey smiled just as she noticed a presence in back of her. A hand reached out containing the gold fountain pen.

“Please don’t forget this, Lacey.” Nick said handing her the pen. Then he whispered, “I think we’re going to need it again.”                                                                                                                                                                                     © 2012 Sandra Bunino

Sandra Bunino began a love of romance stories while penning a creative writing assignment in high school. The story ended with the heroine receiving a long stemmed red rose in her locker on Valentine’s Day. Since then, all of her stories feature the hero presenting the heroine with roses. Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

Her books include Marooned in Miami, Lusted in Las Vegas, Sara’s Smile, and The Satin Rose Experience series Mia’s Submission and Brooke’s Wish.

Please check her out on these various pages: Website Facebook / Goodreads / Amazon Author Page / Twitter: @sandrabunino

Aug 292012
 
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tumblr_lrdl1qnaur1r16s5co1_500By ALYSSA HALFORD

Despite the cold I am wearing a microscopic skirt this evening. Thigh-high, black suede, stiletto-heeled boots to keep me warm under my long black coat. The coat comes in handy for more than just warmth. My top is raven-black and scoop-necked. My long red hair glows against the black. Black bra and panties complete the outfit. Crotchless panties. You never know how much time we’ll have to arrange ourselves.

I saw you over by the photocopier and knew instantly I wanted you. Not a lot of people left in the university library on a Friday night but here we are. Me, you, and The Stacks. A never-ending maze of shelves to hide in. I love having sex in public spaces and this library is one of my favourites, not only because it’s a public place but also because you have to be so quiet, so stealthy. I get an adrenaline rush just thinking about it.

I stop at your table and smile, catching your attention. The only other women here are a few ancient librarians, so right away you seem interested. I casually walk over to your chair, heels lightly clacking, and drop my card in your lap.

It reads “Follow me”.

I keep going. There is nothing to say. This is a reference library after all. No point getting thrown out for talking when we could be banished for acts significantly more interesting.

My Betty Page heels click down the stacks to a remote series of shelves. I don’t look back to see if you’re following me. I can hear you breathe. I stop at the end of the stacks where I’ve already set up a book cart for our convenience.

“Let’s not waste our time with words,” I say as I twirl about to face you, long black coat spinning open to reveal my slight outfit. I take your hand and place it on my upper thigh above the top of my boots. I move your hand up a little to caress my thigh then trace it over to my inner thigh. I smile and you look a bit embarrassed but smile back.

I lean closer to whisper in your ear: “If we must, we can always have a coffee later and talk about old times but for now I’d really like you to fuck me. You can call me Sophie.” I hop up on the cart which is, curiously, just the right height. Maybe those old librarians have a secret.

I spread my legs and take your hand to feel under my skirt. My pussy is waxed smooth as silk. Too much trouble, I say, to remove panties. I am already wet for you. You slide a fingertip inside me but I grab your hand and push you in further. You seem a bit nervous. Who wouldn’t be? We could be caught, arrested. You look over each shoulder but I can see your pants straining in front. You want to fuck me. Right here. Right now.

I hop down from the cart to kneel in front of you, treating you to a full view of my breasts peeking out over my scanty bra and low-cut top. I open the front of your jeans and take your cock out and glide it into my mouth. I take your hand to hold the back of my head and you caress my long hair which in the dimmed light of these back book aisles looks dark red, nearly crimson. I like to take advantage of the fact they keep the lights low here to protect the books. It works for us exhibitionists.

“You can pull my hair if you like,” I murmur, between licks and sucks. I like it rough and I know most guys tend to hold back because they have uptight girlfriends and wives. Not with me. Pull my hair and ram your cock hard into my mouth. I adore it. We’re animals after all, aren’t we? You finally realize I mean it and you fuck my face as though you’ve never had a blow job before. I play with your balls and take a strong grip on your shaft and stroke you while I suck the big purple head of your cock. You lean against the opposing shelf and close your eyes, your hands entwined in my hair as you pull me in, push me out, your hips grind into my face and I can barely breathe at times. It’s exhilarating. You are an animal. Pure animal lust. I can tell now you never get to have this much fun at home. You’re lucky if the girlfriend blows you at all, much less lets you touch her hair. Too bad we’re in the library or I’d let you do so much more.

I decide you’ve had enough and I get off my knees and return to my seat on the book cart. I spread my legs and brace them on the shelf behind you. I don’t need to lift my tiny skirt to show you what I’ve got.

“I’ll watch. You fuck,” I whisper as I grab your cock. I pull out a condom from my bra and within a second the package is open and I slide the condom on you.

“I’m so ready for you,” I whisper. And I guide your cock to my pussy, teasing my clit before pressing your cock hard against my cunt. You slide yourself in and we both sigh. Your cock completely fills me.

The aisle I’ve selected is particularly narrow which means I can rest my feet on the shelf behind you. As you start fucking me, I push back, making you go deeper. While you fuck me you caress my suede boots. I love to feel leather on my naked skin.

I lower my top to show you my breasts. The bra barely hides them, which is perfect for our situation. I like things a bit rough and ask you to pinch my pink nipples. You are a bit shy at first, but the adrenaline seems to be building in you and at my urging you pinch harder and fuck faster. I can feel myself getting ready to come but I want to hold off. It’s too soon. Time to bend over anyway.

“Roll me over,” I say and you take your cock out of me while I turn to bend over the book cart. My skirt is so short that I don’t even have to lift it up for you to see my ass. You are mesmerized by my ass and begin caressing and lightly slapping my cheeks. My crotchless panties leave my pussy and most of my ass exposed. I can tell you’re wondering how far we can go.

“Not this time,” I say. “Maybe another.” I want to leave you wanting more, wondering. I take hold of your cock and guide it into me. Once you’re finally in I can’t help myself and moan.

“Play with my clit while you fuck me,” I say. I take one of your hands to my clit and show you how I love to have my clit pinched and squeezed while I’m being fucked. Your other hand is pulling me into your groin and I grind myself as hard as I can against you. I can feel myself getting ready to come as you fuck me from behind. I don’t hold back because I love the feel of your cock this way. So intense. So deep. Your strong fingers on my clit. I take one of your hands to muffle my mouth to keep me quiet while I brace myself against the shelf and put my other hand over yours to squeeze my pussy and clit as I come. You can feel the contractions as I shudder into orgasm. I can tell you’re close but I want this to go on a bit longer. I reach behind and circle the base of your cock and squeeze, staving off your orgasm.

I pull you out of my pussy briefly so I can get onto my back again. The cart is surprisingly stable for this. I lift my legs up and brace them on your shoulders, the soft leather rubbing against your cheeks. You take hold of my legs and thrust in deeply. I push my breasts up for you to watch while you fuck me hard. I pinch my nipples and try to keep as quiet as I can but your cock is making me wild. I know you’re close now and I’m ready too.

“Come on my tits,” I say taking your cock out of my pussy. I pull the condom off you and stroke your shaft. My breasts show above the cups of my bra and I don’t care if you come all over it.

“Come on my tits,” I repeat. “Don’t be shy.” You place both hands on the shelf behind me and close your eyes a moment then open them as you begin to come. Your hot cum shoots all over my tits and bra and goes up my neck but that’s how I like it. I am certain you never get to do this at home.

“Fuck, fuck,” you say through gritted teeth as you rest your forehead into the suede of my boot. I know this is the best you’ve had in a long time.

You can get more sexy Sophie Sansregret at http://www.sophiesansregret.com

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